One mechanic zipped the suitcase shut and put the wheel bolts into my palm. “It’s done now,” he said, smiling.
So much we could write too about the bike and love, in February of last year, I collected a handful of stories for our Valentine’s Special. Those included But fear not, Shakespeare: there is love here, in bicycles
I don’t love my bikes. They’re great bikes, but they’re replaceable, tangible, material. Losing any of them would be crushing, sure, but that wasn’t the question, was it? If you lost hot water in the shower tomorrow morning you’d be unhappy, but I doubt you typically run around saying you love hot water. There’s a big difference between ‘loving’ and ‘love having.’
and Annie’s Wheel
I like to think that I’m immune to romantic love. Oh, that doesn’t mean I’m not excited by the joys of a long, wet kiss and God knows I crave the feeling of skin on skin beneath the sheets as much as I love the hum of thin tires on fast pavement.
We have different plans for our next issue, but not the bike and love isn’t on my mind; especially after reading Laurel’s piece.…
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